回复：不懂就问elsa和腌渍鱼🐠是什么关系

18楼说2015年的应该就是这本书了吧

……The day before, it had been Anna’s turn to try something Elsa liked. Elsa had decided she wanted her sister to eat pickled herring, her favorite fish. Anna had hated the smell of it as a child, so she never ate it. Elsa thought it was high time for Anna to give it another try.
When the castle chef had set the large platter of fish in front of Anna that day, she’d wrinkled her nose. Pickled herring has a funny smell, she thought. The scent drifted through the dining room. Anna’s stomach lurched.
Reluctantly, she placed a tiny piece of fish on her plate. Elsa had already started eating. She’d been looking forward to the meal all day. She gazed at Anna expectantly.
Anna speared a forkful of fish and brought it to her lips. The trouble was she didn’t want to open her mouth.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Elsa said. “The worst that could happen is that you don’t like it.”
“I’m not so sure. What if this fish pickles my insides?” Anna joked.
Elsa smiled patiently.
Slowly, Anna opened her mouth. She tucked the fish inside and squeezed her lips shut. She chewed quickly. The faster she chewed it, the less time she had to taste it. Finally, Anna managed to swallow it down.
“So, what do you think?” Elsa asked.
“It’s just as weird as I thought it would be,” Anna said.
“Weird? Pickled herring is the cook’s specialty!” said Elsa.
Anna shrugged. “Sorry,” she said. “But I especially don’t like it.” She wrinkled her nose again. “How can you eat this stuff?”
Elsa didn’t reply. She simply shoveled another forkful into her mouth. She smiled with pleasure as she gobbled it down. Judging by the look on her face, one would think pickled herring was the most delicious food in the world. ……